The day was approaching for the day, because it wasn't. On the Tuesday after Wednesday, the full stop rememebered that it wasn't a cricket bat and so decided to fly. The chilli clouds floated up through the foot and the foot kicked itself, for i was ticklish. Bob the banana was infuriated with the windyness that this caused, because he wanted to fly to Gibraltar-on-Trent to eat some pottery, and the full stop was having none of it, except it did have some tomorrow, so that was all right. The full stop flew into the attic, but Gibraltar-on-Trent had moved next door, and Bob was downstairs, so it fell over. Bob splat the wall which hadn't been to smat, and ate a fridge instead, but this was muscussy, so he stopped throwing the pole, which tasted of woojit, so Henry wasn't Bob, and was flat on the hat on the mat that wasn't a bat but a cat. But Henry didn't exist, so tha full stop woke up instead and rolled down the pin, where Bob was squashed into the snorgen, and the full stop got stuck and became the cat which honestly hadnt been mentioned yet within there guys tsh tsh. And it washed.